The Legend of bysearch

Long before artificial intelligence — in an age so distant that even the chronicles had begun to fade — ancient China told of a creature that knew everything.

Its name was Baize, the auspicious beast of the white marsh. Baize understood the nature of all things and communed with spirits. Every blade of grass, every living creature, the true names of ghosts and demons — nothing lay beyond its sight.

The legend tells that the Yellow Emperor, traveling east, reached the sea. Through the morning mist stood a beast of pure white — Baize, as if it had been waiting.

Baize spoke: it recounted the names, natures, and forms of all things under heaven — beasts and birds, grasses and trees, spirits and demons — eleven thousand five hundred and twenty in all. The Emperor ordered every word recorded. The result was the Bai Ze Tu, the Diagram of Baize — a book said to contain the true form of everything in the world.

Whoever held it could know the world. More than that — they could know what was real, and what was not. In the ancient imagination, no demon feared anything more than being called by its true name; and the Bai Ze Tu was the book that did the calling.

Five thousand years later, we gave this name to a model.

That is why we named our model bysearch, after the legendary Baize. bysearch was born to understand everything — text, images, audio, video — reading the world as one whole, just as the beast of legend once did: knowing its names, its forms, their meaning.

The image of Baize has never stood still.

Ancient artisans cast it in bronze; Han and Tang craftsmen gave it statues; in Song dynasty paintings, its mane flowed like clouds above the misty marsh. And now, it has taken its youngest form yet —

Flat and rounded, a body of warm cream, seal-red markings across its brow, two round ink-black eyes brimming with curiosity. This is Baize’s final form, and the face of PAI — the assistant inside PAI Workstation, powered by the bysearch model that carries the beast’s name: living inside your app, talking with you, and standing guard over what is true.

In an age when machines can generate almost anything, knowing all things is no longer enough.

Words can be written by machines. Images can be drawn, voices cloned, videos forged. Every screen, every frame, might be real — or might not. What is scarce is no longer creation. It is discernment.

Here lies Baize’s gift: telling true from false — detecting what was generated, what was altered, what was forged. Just like the beast that stood before the Yellow Emperor: nothing escapes its eyes, and no disguise survives its gaze.